Originally Posted by Benson
Fox Trot stared at them speak rather casually about killing her. He sure wasn't thrilled that bitch just tried to kill them. But here she was, captured, bound, with her life in their hooves, she wasn't a threat anymore, just a stubborn pest now.
"If you two are going to kill her, I'm going to step out for that. Actually, give me her saddle bag she has first, maybe there's a clue in there." He was trying to piece it together. 'A cell'......he knew there was something, a group that operated that way--
The bag floated over to his hooves. "Help yourself. I'm not going to end her life, deserving of it as she is, but I'm not going to stop Lone Star from doing it either."
She shrugged. Either way, the mare was going to get her due.